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The Corruption of the Dream

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((Contains Spoilers for The Greatest Showman))

As I wrote in my last post, a Dream has the power to shake the world, change lives, and bring about radical change in individuals and society. But the first time I saw the movie, the thought I came away with wasn't the power of the Dream. It was a bit more depressing, but equally profound for me: "It's the story of a Dreamer who forgot why he was dreaming and had to find his way back."

The Dream Can Be A Drug

If you are a Dreamer or have ever loved a Dreamer, you know the fierce pain that comes with the ever-present Dream. As a child, Barnum had "A million dreams," and he held to those dreams through the struggle of his father's death, being homeless on the streets, and even while working the railroad so he could be presentable to Charity. Building a world for them was his Dream, and he was willing to fight for it tooth and nail.

Not being able to realize your Dream is painful. Hunting for how to bring the D…

The Power of a Dreamer: The Greatest Showman and the Divine Dream

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"Ladies and gents, this is the moment you've waited for Been searching in the dark, your sweat soaking through the floor And buried in your bones there's an ache that you can't ignore, taking your breath, stealing your mind...."
While many people complained about the inaccuracy of The Greatest Showman, I was blown away by the deep, beautiful truths hidden in this achingly beautiful movie. I have seen it five times in theaters so far, and each time, I have taken something new away from it. 
And each time I see it, I'm again reminded of - and humbled by - the power of a Dream and the liberation a Dreamer gives the world. I'm reminded, in fact, of the Beauty of the Christ, of that desire of Christ's heart: "I came so that they might have life and have it more abundantly." (John 10:10)
Dreams Can Change the World - of Individuals and Groups
"Every night I lie in bed The brightest colors fill my head. A million dreams are keeping me awake.  I think …

Freedom to Dream

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I'm a dreamer. I'm pretty sure I always have been, and that hasn't always been easy for me. It means I dreamed up crazy things I wanted to do with my life, didn't always hold to the proper ideals for a young Christian woman, and I utterly despise practicality when it imposes itself upon my life. And I had many, many people when I was growing up speak caution to me. Most of them were well meaning, I'm sure. But unbeknownst to them, their words of caution crippled me. They made me start to doubt myself.


I allowed their words of caution to clip my wings. So, when I would have a crazy idea, I'd slap it down and chastise myself for not being practical.
"Don't you know you can't do that?"
"You cannot travel the world and be a responsible adult."
"Do you really want to waste your time on school when you really just want a family?"
"You know, if you'd just settle, you'd be married by now."
"You'll never m…

Creation, the Fall, and Wonder Woman

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While meditating on what makes Women different from Men, I found myself returning back to the beginning, and I realized that all of our differences can be found in the first few chapters of scripture.

Man was made from dust, from the earth - an entity of order, rule, and structure.
Woman was made from bone, from living flesh taken from another - a creature of choices, changes, and growth.



Man was made to rule the world, to name the creature, to impose order where it was needed, to bring structure. He was made to protect the garden from outside forces.
Woman was made because Man was incomplete without us. They needed something more than just order, something more than duty. They needed an equal to love and be loved by. So, Woman was crafted from the bone of his bone, the blood of his blood. We were made to bring change - life - into the world, to be conduits of love. Woman was made to complete Man. Without Woman, Man couldn't be a complete image of God.

Man's failing at the fal…

"Who Would Sing For Us?"

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Wonder Woman is a projection of my heart on a screen. I know that many of my fellow Warrior Women feel the same, and I imagine that many of us cried at the same scenes. I never anticipated crying tears of recognition in the middle of a battle scene or feeling my heart cramp with resonance as Diana faces down the ultimate evil: half truths about herself and mankind. I never expected to spend the action portion of a super hero movie in tears, not because characters were dying but because my heart finally saw it's reflection in someone beautiful, powerful, and kind. 
Diana is an Amazon Princess - given life by Zeus, raised by the Amazon Queen, trained by the greatest general the Amazons ever had. Her mother led the Amazons in a war against depravity before Diana's birth and is aware of how easily corrupted mankind is. Antiope, her aunt and trainer, is realistic as well, pushing Diana to be stronger than anyone before her. Diana witnesses her people, her family, being killed by th…

No Man's Land - The Wonder of Women

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"We have a mission! We can't save everyone in this war! It's not what we are here to do!"
"You're right. But it's what am going to do!" So, Wonder Woman came out! And I was very, very hesitant to see it because I usually hate how strong women are portrayed. But Wonder Woman was excellent! If I could take only one scene from Wonder Woman, it is the scene titled No Man's Land. If you have seen the movie, well, you know exactly what I'm talking about. If you haven't seen the movie yet, trust me, you'll know the scene.

Diana - a woman raised to be a strong, powerful, and confident warrior - is seeing war for the first time. She doesn't understand how men can be so cruel, so vicious, and so heartless. She has a mission: Get to the front lines, stop the biological attack that is about to occur. But when she hears of the village just beyond enemy lines that is full of slaughter and slavery, she cannot just stand by. She sees that nor…

Confessions of a Warrior Woman

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Being a warrior woman is exhausting. And it's lonely. And it's largely my fault that it is.

I'm the strong one, the calm one, the one to call in a crisis - either to back you up or help lift you out. I'll fight for you if you're too tired. I'll be your strength, encouragement, the kick in the pants, and your rock to lean on. And it's usually my joy to do it too. I'm calm when you're breaking apart. I'm strong when you need to be weak. I'm the fighter, the healer, the mover. And it's true that the more and I can be and help another, the happier I am.

Until suddenly I'm the one needing that hand, that shoulder, that nudge. I spend so much time hiding by helping others. Part of it is that I do really want to hep, but part of it is to hide my weakness. It's easier to help others than to ask for help. It's easier to distract from my wounds by bandaging yours. This is my version of trying to tend to your speck while I'm staggeri…